Our camels plodded along. Katrina tried to kiss, or possibly spit on Hindenburg, and Hindenburg farted in response. I found this a depressing commentary on boy-girl relationships.
Rick RiordanOh you two look delicious," Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!
Rick RiordanI pictured my mom, alone in our little apartment on the Upper East Side. I tried to remember the smell of her blue waffles in the kitchen. It seemed so far away.
Rick RiordanHonestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!
Rick RiordanMy name is Zia Rashid.” She tilted her head as if listening. Right on cue, the entire building rumbled. Dust sprinkled from the ceiling, and the slithering sounds of scorpion doubled in volume behind us. “And right now,” Zia continued, sounding a bit disappointed, “I must save your miserable lives.
Rick Riordan